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Sixth Poem Of The Zookopolis

If he'd been a monsieur
and she'd been a madame
- two in trothed connection -
there wouldn't be objection
to the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam.

But he was just a stable boy
cleaning up the stalls;
whilst she was born the pride and joy
- perhaps a future tycoon's toy -
in a mansion with a marble floor,
and by the welcome teak wood door, a bin of parasols.

But alas, so it is,
when the smell of cherry blossoms
meets a wall of April wind,
and both conspire
with the red warbler choir;
then the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam
is a foregone conclusion.
The senses must stumble from the gentrified den
and the senses must grab from the straw in the loft;
no one can really say who, where, or why,
the lust only lives for the moment and dies.

Into the softness
the hardness begins;
the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam
has no use for saints and no mind for sins;
it's just the yang yearning to be in
deep inside the virtuous yin.

Re: Sixth Poem Of The Zookopolis

Thanx, Adam. That said, poems are the living arts and tend to get better on the second try, so ...

The Penetration Of Eve And The Invagination Of Adam

If he had been her monsieur
and she, his madame
(two in trothed and trialed connection)
there wouldn't be objection
- not even a "Damn 'em!" -
to the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam.

But he was a stable boy
cleaning the stalls;
whilst she was born the pride and joy
- perhaps a future tycoon's toy -
in a mansion with a marble floor, three-storey walls,
and by the teak wood welcome door,
a bin of parasols.

But alas, so it is,
when the smell of cherry blossoms
meets the mid-April wind
at the end of a gyre,
both conspiring with the red warbler choir;
then the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam
is a foregone conclusion.

The senses must stumble from the gentrified den
and the senses must rise to the straw in the loft,
and then,
it won't really matter who, where, or why,
just that lust only lives for the moment and dies,
and thrust only gives until it is dried.
So into the softness
the hardness begins;.
the penetration of Eve
and the invagination of Adam,
moments of youth feeling no sin,
in finding the truth
about the yang wanting in,
deep inside the virtuous yin
... over and over and over again.